by Alta Hensley
“She’s mine. I want her,” Decker declared in a booming voice.
Rune released her hair, took a few steps back, and laughed. “I figured you would.”
Decker walked toward her, a spell of slow motion being cast. One step. Two. His blue eyes turned a darker shade of gray with every step forward. His jaw clenched as if her very presence angered him. Yes, he appeared angry with her. As if she had done something wrong. Why were his eyes turning black, when she remembered so clearly that they once were blue? His face, that although had rigid lines before, now looked so chiseled, he reminded her of stone. He postured himself like a cougar. A cougar stalking for the kill. Dark, forbidding, shadowed in lustful strength. His hunt would end in the claiming of her body whether she agreed or not. He never said a word. Never once said her name. It was all in his eyes. The command. The order to give her body to him or else. There was no choice. There was no asking. Fuck him or be fucked. That was her choice.
“Her name is Fuck you,” Rune added with a laugh, joined in by the rest of the men in the room.
An eyebrow rose on Decker’s face as if this amused him. “Fuck you, heh?” He squatted down before her and reached for her chin. Holding it firmly, he forced Jessa’s face up so she had no choice but to stare into his eyes. “Well, Fuck you, I hope your actions do not match your mouth. You may talk a big game, but I don’t play with scared little girls trying to hide what they really fear. You are afraid—I can smell it on you.” He took a deep breath in to accentuate his point. And with an evil smile, he added, “I can smell your terror.” He reached for her collar and released her from her constraint, tossing the metal to the ground. The weight leaving her body felt like a hundred pounds, and she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the simple gesture of kindness.
He paused, waiting for a response. Possibly waiting for her tears, her pleas for mercy, but she would not give him the pleasure. Jessa would not fuel his evil by feeding his strength with her weakness. She would give him nothing.
Decker moved his face even closer. So close that his lips almost touched hers. “I will tell you this one time, and one time only. You will obey me. You will submit to me. You will fear me every fucking moment you are alive. And you will fuck me. You have no choice in this matter. You have no voice. It is I who decides your fate. Do you understand?”
Jessa gave a small smile before she gathered the saliva in her mouth into a nice little ball of spit and spat it directly into his eye. “Fuck off!”
Decker recoiled and wiped the bubbling white fluid off his face as fury blanketed his entire expression. The demon emerged right before her eyes. Lucifer himself was being born in front of her. Decker had become the devil.
His hand reached out and grabbed her by the neck, instantly restricting all air. The men in the room all yelled out:
“Kill the bitch!”
“Beat the shit out of her!”
“Teach the cunt a lesson she won’t soon forget!”
Call after call from all the devil’s spawn. She truly sat in hell. Naked, vulnerable, and strangled by a man’s single hand to the throat. She would die in hell. The devil would kill her. This was her fate.
Decker threw her body back and straddled her with his hand still firmly gripping her neck. “Oh, little girl, that was not a wise choice. Looks like I am going to have to teach what is mine a lesson.” He began unbuttoning his pants with his free hand, never taking his Satan eyes off of hers. His hand loosened around her neck, just as darkness threatened to take over.
Gasping, she decided to use the precious air he granted her to scream, “You fucking bastard! Get off of me now!” There was no stopping the man, this much she knew. But she would not just lie there and take it like some subdued slave. She may be a captured sex slave, but her soul had not been beaten. She would not be taken without a fight. “I will fucking rip your cock off, motherfucker!”
His silent response was flipping her over and slapping her ass hard. The sound echoed in the room, followed by hoots and hollers of the spectators all around. He then straddled her body, grabbed a chunk of her hair, and lowered his face to her ear. “Shut your filthy mouth if you know what is good for you,” he growled.
“Fuck you,” she spat.
He rewarded her behavior with another hard spank to her ass and then another. He leaned down and whispered in her ear so only she could hear, “Stop! Stop your resistance now or you give me no choice.”
Jessa bucked her torso up as much as she could, hopeful that she could somehow get his large frame off of her body. The effort was almost comical on her part, since she couldn’t even budge his weight in the slightest.
“Yeah! Spank her naughty ass, Decker. Spank her and then fuck her hard. Make her call out ‘Daddy’ begging for forgiveness,” Rune shouted from the crowd of excited men. Each of them found pleasure in this display of dominance by Decker.
Fuck them all to hell!
“Yes, that is exactly what this bitch of mine needs,” Decker agreed as he got off of her and looped his finger around a chunk of her hair. As if she were a rag doll, he yanked her to a standing position and led her to the bed that sat on full display in the very back of the room. He pushed her body so she was bent over the edge, face down on a rough green blanket. The smell of dust, and years of exposure filled her nostrils. “Let’s teach this ass of yours what your fucking master expects from you,” Decker said right before he began raining down spank after spank onto her upturned ass.
It didn’t take long for her flesh to explode into an inferno of pain. With each crack of his palm, shouts of celebration came from the men viewing her punishment:
“Harder!”
“Don’t go easy on that bitch!”
“Make her scream!”
“Break her good, Decker. Break her fucking good!”
Whistles, cheers, screams of pure hate and sick vile suffocated the room.
The mortification that all eyes were on her ass as Decker spanked her like a God damn school girl was by far worse than the actual sting of his hand. Although his slaps eventually increased in severity, and Jessa could no longer hold back the cries. They betrayed her by escaping her tightly closed lips. It fucking hurt! It fucking hurt bad!
“Stop! Stop, you motherfucker!” she screamed between each searing blow. “Stop and just fuck me already.” Anything was better than this awful show of power.
Decker continued to spank as he spoke. “Oh, I will fuck you. But not by your command, but by my own. I am the dictator. I am your God. And trust me, little girl, when I do fuck you, you will be begging for it again and again. You won’t be able to get enough. I will be like a fucking drug to you.” He continued bringing blow after blow to her bottom. The shouts from the onlookers almost formed a wave of deafening music that set the backdrop to her tortuous soundtrack. “You will be nothing but a junkie shaking in need for my touch.”
If Jessa could kill the man right now, she would. She would gouge his eyeballs out with her nails and force him to eat them if she could. She would grab his balls, rip them from his body, and laugh as he bled out in front of her. She would torture him. Beat him. Tear his flesh from his bones. Oh, how she despised each and every man who stood in this room. Vengeance would be hers. Yes, even if it was on her dying breath, she would have her motherfucking vengeance.
As if the Gods of mercy gave her one last blessing, Decker finally stopped his assault. The fire lashes from his palm were replaced with a deep throbbing now that her ass had time to process the pain. Fire and brimstone was replaced with a deep surge from her bottom all the way to the lips of her pussy. As much as she tried to fight the sensation of animalistic pleasure, the tsunami wave of lust washed over every inch of her sex, leaving her wet and wanting.
Decker leaned forward and whispered in her ear again. “It’s important that you listen and do exactly what I say from this moment on. Your life depends on it.” His voice seemed…softer, the sharp edge of venom erased. Jessa looked over her shoulder and stared int
o his eyes that were blue once again. Odd.
Maybe she should have listened, heed the man’s warning, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t submit willingly. “Go to hell,” she hissed.
His blue eyes darkened again, and he shook his head, clearly deeply disappointed in her answer. He shoved his index finger into her mouth, almost gagging her with how far he forced it in. “Suck it. Make it nice and wet, because I’m about to put it up your ass. Make it slick, baby, unless you like pain.”
Hoots and hollers once again followed his crass command.
Any sign of softness vanished as he moved his finger around the inside of her mouth, collecting every ounce of moisture she had in it. Jesus, why did her pussy pulsate at the thought of what he was about to do?
“You should have listened to me,” he said under his breath, again just loud enough for her to hear with all the noise around them. “Now I have to fuck you for all to see.”
His spit-covered finger penetrated her ass without any warning.
She cried out as the biting pain sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. His finger claimed her in the darkest of ways. He thrust it in even deeper, stabbing at whatever shield she had put up. With each pump in and out of his invasive digit, her wall of resistance crumbled.
“Fuck her in the ass,” someone called out.
“Fuck her like an animal,” another screamed.
“No,” Rune’s voice boomed. “Breed the bitch.”
“Yes, she’s mine. I claim her as mine,” Decker declared as he pumped his finger in and out of her ass, causing Jessa to involuntarily moan. She hated herself for doing so, but couldn’t hold back her mews as she gyrated against the edge of the bed. Her clit demanded attention, and she tried her best to meet the need without being so bold and reaching down with her hand—although the thought definitely crossed her mind. What would these bastards care anyway? But then again, she didn’t want them all jacking off to her sexual act.
Decker thrust his finger as deep as he possibly could and leaned toward her ear once more. “I’m going to fuck you. Allow me. Don’t fight me. Trust me when I tell you this. Let go of your pride and just open your legs and allow this.”
He pulled his finger out, and she could hear him pulling his pants down. She knew. She could hear him, sense him, feel his sexual presence without even having to look over her shoulder. He would fuck her…and God help her—she would allow him to.
It wasn’t a scream that escaped her lips when his cock penetrated her wet pussy. It wasn’t a curse, or a demand for him to stop. It was a gasp of delight, followed by a moan of pleasure. Her mind screamed to resist, yet her body demanded her to yield. He was inside her balls deep. She was one with the devil. Evil had merged with her soul, and all light that held on by a thread became conquered by the darkness of Decker’s possession.
Over and over his cock thrust. It didn’t feel like any other fucking of her life. No, this was primal.
Primal fucking. Yes, this was nothing but a primal fucking. In, out, in out. There was a rhythm. There was a cadence. Her body marched in cadence to his possession. His cock conquered her pussy. Simple. There was no way to describe it other than simple. His hard cock entered her wet pussy without any thought. This was normal. Well at least this was normal in his fucking world. Put a cock in a pussy, cum in her deep to ensure it takes hold, and then walk away. Fuck, cum, breed. Simple.
Her pussy stung. It burned from the inside out. It scorched her core. It decimated all that was good left inside. All that was left was fucking evil. All that was left was rape, conquer, demand, hate, and beauty. A dark, awful, alluring beauty. Fucking beauty. That is what there was. Nothing but dark fucking beauty.
Jessa had blocked out the sounds of the voyeurs, but clearly Decker hadn’t. “Everyone get the fuck out. I want to have what is mine in peace. Get out and let me be,” he demanded as he continued to desecrate her body with his driving force.
All the men did as if he’d asked respectfully. Not a single argument was given, nor a sign of resistance. They all clearly saw this Decker guy as a leader and one to follow directions from.
When the door closed behind the last man, Decker stopped his motions and pulled his cock out of her without warning. The action actually had her moaning in need. She wanted it back. She wanted evil to enter her again.
“Did you come in me?” she asked.
“No.” One word, stated so simply, yet left her so baffled.
She looked over her shoulder to find Decker walking over to a dresser. He pulled out one of his shirts and tossed it to her. “Put this on.”
Confused, she rose up from the bed and looked at the shirt and then back at him. Why had he stopped?
“I said put it on. Then get into bed.”
Jessa followed his command, unsure of what was to come. The change in his persona was completely different than the monster who fucked her only seconds before. A whiplash of emotions surged through her.
When she pulled the shirt over her head, concealing her body for the first time since the kidnap, she asked, “What are you doing? I don’t understand.” Why was he not finishing what he started? Why was he covering her up? Had she disgusted him somehow? And why was she feeling a sense of disappointment?
Decker walked over to the bed and pulled down the blankets. “Get into bed.” He looked at her for a minute and studied her. “I’m not going to chain you up unless you even give me a hint you will try to escape.”
Jessa nodded and did as he asked, still confused as to why he wouldn’t finish fucking her, but happy to have it all come to an end. The silence in the room was by far the greatest reward. She crawled into a ball on the far edge of the bed and closed her eyes. Exhausted, scared, and uncertain of what was to come, she knew that right now she just needed sleep. Sleep would be her only escape from this awful nightmare.
Decker crawled into the bed beside her but kept his hands to himself. “Goodnight,” his husky voice said in not much more than a whisper. “By the way, what’s your name?”
“Jessa. My name is Jessa.”
“Goodnight, Jessa. Sleep tight.” Simple words of humanity spoken by a monster.
33
She woke up in the middle of the night, with the sharp chill in the air and vengeance pumping through her veins. She didn’t want to feel his breath or feel his heart beat through the thin cotton of his t-shirt she was wearing. She wanted to kill him. Torture him. And God help her…she wanted to fuck him. Fuck him hard over and over again.
A moment of peace as he slept. A moment of safety as his arm lay draped over her naked body. A moment of feeling like a loved woman after a night of passion and lust-filled lovemaking. An illusion. The full moon cast a strong beam of light into the room, only illuminating her harsh reality. She was a captive in bed with her captor. She had only her to hold on to, even though her strength was fading. A strength turning into a pool of thick dark weakness, threatening to suffocate her in despair.
Fuck Decker. Fuck him straight to hell. And yet, as he slept, she remembered small glimpses of his humanity. There were many. He gave her small peeks into his soul that showed he wasn’t all black inside.
She ran her fingertips along the outline of a tattoo of a black crow on his chest. Its wings were spread wide, its pointy beak pointing toward the sky. Did it represent death? Did it represent death he brought on to others? Death he had brought on to him? The dark crow. The blackness. Why? Why would he want the memory of death forever branded into his flesh?
“Decker?” Jessa whispered, breaking the silence of the room. She looked up at his face as he slept. He looked so peaceful, gentle, and even kind. This was not the rough man who punished her in front of a roomful of men and then took her against her will. This sleeping man was not a monster. “Decker,” she said again a little louder.
His eyes fluttered open and he turned his head to look at her. “You should be asleep,” he said in a scratchy voice.
“Am I going to die?” She had to know
the truth.
“Go to sleep.”
“Are you planning on killing me?”
“No.”
“Then breeding me instead?” He hadn’t finished doing it earlier in the night, which still left her confused. “You want a baby. A blonde, blue-eyed baby. Maybe I can give you that, but this baby will be nothing but black eyes and black hair, all drowning in a black heart. Black. A baby of goodness will never come from this. You are breeding death! You are breeding hate!”
“Would you rather I kill you?” He took a calming breath. “Did my discipline earlier not teach you anything? You should be afraid of me, not poking the bear.”
The craziest thing of all is that she wasn’t afraid of him at all. She didn’t hate him…although she should. No, rather she had this pull, this need to know him more. Yes, she had lost her ever-fucking mind. She had always been one to fall for the bad boy, but this was going too far.
Was it possible to love all that was bad? If there was only bad that coursed through a man’s blood, was it possible to love him? Could she forgive the taking? Could she forgive the devil? Could she? No…no. She couldn’t. She couldn’t!
So why? Why did she want him? Why did she want to be held? If he gave her one ounce of affection, it would be all over. She would be his, and only his. One touch, one kind word, one soft look. That is all it would take, and she would be his. Did he know how simple it would be to win this war? He would be the victor if only he used one weapon…kindness. That is all it would take, and she would forever be his slave. Her body already wanted him, as much as she hated to admit it, it was the truth.
“I know you aren’t like the rest of those men,” she declared, voicing her deep-rooted belief.
